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So you could say today was goodbad, because it was kinda both... woke up, finished reading the last of my werewolf books (GOD it was good - Iona, you'd love it, it's called 'Moon Called' and it's by Patricia Briggs I think, look it up on the net) and then went into Wycombe to get the free 'Learn Spanish' cd of the day for Lucy, because she loves languages but she was going out today and she asked me nicely (shock, this never happens) if I would go get it for her. And so when I got to WHSmiths (the only place distributing them) I foun they were selling boxsets on special offer and bought the first season of 'Lois and Clark' (that 90's Superman show I loved as a kid) and the second season of Scrubs, because it's so funny. And I got to talk to Sanja, who is a lovely lady who was my friend when I worked at Smiths.
So anyway, as I was coming back I decided to go through the car wash at Hazlemere Crossroads because my car is filthy, so I parked and got out and went round to the night till because the petrol station is having works on it and the girl couldn't hear me properly and vice versa so even though it was definitely working etc I couldn't get my car washed. And then I came home and opened my mail. This was when it got worse.
It was a letter from UCAs saying they'd rejected all my offers because I'd missed the deadline. I meanwhile had been waiting for Dr O'Connor at Liverpool to modify my offer, which hasn't happened yet. So I broke down and cried and Jasper thought he'd been bad and so I had to make him feel better. And everyone I called to try and fix it was out at lunch. (Dad is out all day doing training for the new franchise he's bought into, selling psychometric testing.) So I ate my lunch and felt sad and angry. Then I took the dog for a walk and both me and him got wet and muddy and I had to try and bath him by myself. Which is hard.
But then the lady at Liverpool was there when I called again (Dr O'Connor is away until tomorrow) and it sounds like it might get sorted out, and probably none of you read all of this post, did you? I'll admit it holds mostly the mundanities and annoyances of my life that probably don't interest you much. But meh, it's better than getting worked up and telling them all to Dad and then him deciding that I'm taking it out on him even though I'm not and yelling at me, which is what usually happens *eyeroll*
So anyway, as I was coming back I decided to go through the car wash at Hazlemere Crossroads because my car is filthy, so I parked and got out and went round to the night till because the petrol station is having works on it and the girl couldn't hear me properly and vice versa so even though it was definitely working etc I couldn't get my car washed. And then I came home and opened my mail. This was when it got worse.
It was a letter from UCAs saying they'd rejected all my offers because I'd missed the deadline. I meanwhile had been waiting for Dr O'Connor at Liverpool to modify my offer, which hasn't happened yet. So I broke down and cried and Jasper thought he'd been bad and so I had to make him feel better. And everyone I called to try and fix it was out at lunch. (Dad is out all day doing training for the new franchise he's bought into, selling psychometric testing.) So I ate my lunch and felt sad and angry. Then I took the dog for a walk and both me and him got wet and muddy and I had to try and bath him by myself. Which is hard.
But then the lady at Liverpool was there when I called again (Dr O'Connor is away until tomorrow) and it sounds like it might get sorted out, and probably none of you read all of this post, did you? I'll admit it holds mostly the mundanities and annoyances of my life that probably don't interest you much. But meh, it's better than getting worked up and telling them all to Dad and then him deciding that I'm taking it out on him even though I'm not and yelling at me, which is what usually happens *eyeroll*
